Ed Ruscha’s print at Crown Point Press from San Francisco. I have admired Ruscha’s work since I was exposed to it in undergrad. Ruscha is one of the few touchstones for me that I’ve continued to reference. His work has always been enigmatic to me, and even after attending a delightful lecture of his at NYPL Live the other night, it remains even more powerfully so. This piece in particular sort of ties him even closer in my mind to that other great enigma of his generation, Bruce Naumann.